Page 97 of Mr. Wicked

“God, yes!” Her screams pierced my ears in the best possible way.

I moaned while I listened to her, fighting off my own orgasm as I slipped in and out of her, even more easily than before. “Oh hell.” She was tightening, quaking—things I could feel from the inside.

Things that were making it so fucking hard not to come.

I took a deep breath, holding it off while her body finally stilled, and that was when I pulled out and dropped her legs from my shoulders and let her ass fall to the bed.

Since she was still positioned in front of me, I leaned down and swiped her clit with my tongue.

“Ah!”

I chuckled before I did it again, gazing up her body to meet her eyes. “Sensitive?”

“In ways you can’t even imagine.” Her fingers dived into my hair. “But fuck that feels good.”

She needed tenderness.

Softness.

Healing from the relentlessness I’d just given her.

So that was what I gave her, inhaling the scent I was starting to love so much while I flattened my tongue and dragged it up and down her clit.

I wanted to keep her wet.

I wanted to keep her moaning.

And I wanted to keep her desire thrumming through that perfect body.

Her legs spread wider, her knees bent, her feet pushing against the bed, and within a few more laps, she was moving with me.

Her exhales became desperate.

Her fingers dug my scalp out of need.

This greedy, beautiful woman wanted to come again.

And nothing pleased me more.

But this time, she was getting some of the control back.

I lifted my face and moved higher up her body, brushing my mouth over hers. “Ride me.”

Her eyes opened after our kiss, her teeth giving her bottom lip a quick gnaw. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.” I rolled onto my back, my legs dangling off the end of the bed. “Straddle me.” I leaned up on my arms, watching her rise from the bed and move over me. Once both legs were on either side of me, I gripped her hips, guiding her toward my tip. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” I captured a nipple between my lips, roughing the end of it before I released it. “Or how sexy you look right now?”

Her hands were gentle when they landed on my shoulders, her head falling back as she took her first plunge. “No, but this is everything, Grayson.” She lifted to my crown and lowered. “How do you feel this good?”

I could come this second.

That was how she felt to me.

What she was doing to me, what she was goading out of me.

But I needed to hold off just a little longer, to enjoy this for a few more moments.

I twisted her hair around my wrist. “Faster.” I pressed my mouth against her throat and growled, “Fuck me like you want to come again.”

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